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I waken'd scarce to consciousness,— Memory had fainted with excess: I only saw that I was laid Beneath an olive tree's green shade; I knew I was where flowers grew fair, I felt their balm upon the air, I drank it as it had been wine; I saw a gift of red sunshine Glittering upon a fountain's brim; I heard the small birds' vesper hymn, As they a vigil o'er me kept,— I heard their music, and I wept. I felt a friendly arm upraise My head, a kind look on me gaze!

, it has been mine to see The godlike heads which Italy